Hurry! Hurry, gather all in that may
perish
The horizon’s long line darkens in
anguish
As the blackening sky consumes all the light
And heaven’s drums call for all to take
flight
Collect all lines and arcs at the
summit’s mount
Before the impending rage takes full
account
Of the gardener’s love and work that is
assayable
Leaving behind dearth and destruction that is ineffable.
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